Then they put me in my birthday shirt. WHAT!! Holla it's my birthday. I'm officially 1 Year Old. They keep saying it went by fast and that I've changed so much, but all I can tell is that I'm having a blast. Well, except for these teeth that pop through my skin, these growth spurts that make my joints sore and the fact that my mom is trying to shove new white stuff called "milk" down my throat through a "sippy" cup (not my good old ba ba). I've got some tricks up my sleeve for her in the next month. Anyway, TOUCHDOWN, it's my birthday. Thanks for all the cards and amazing well wishes. You're too much.
5 teeth in 1 year. Beat that Suri Cruise.
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me.
Ball with the Ball, a bangy dang, diggity diggity.